#shittys fallout aus

[shitty-fallout-art]

I spent so long on this experimental thing its embarrassing

horrorout piper with alt under the cut <3

[typosandtea]

SUPER MUTANTS

Thanks for the request @mepha-stop-it-please, sorry this took so long!

I’ve included a mega freak from your very cool Horrorout AU :]

[ID: a digital drawing. 4 super mutants from fallout are pictured. In the top left corner is a Megafreak from @shitty-fallout-art ‘s horrorout AU, they are pictured from the waist up. They are a horrifying creature of many skin folds and fluid filled pustules, the right hand is visible mutilated with the ring finger missing. In the top led is a fallout 4 super mutant pictured from waist up, they are mid swing of a bloodied board and are yelling with mouth wide and spit flying. In the bottom left is a fallout 3 super mutant pictured from the chest up, they are wearing the scavenged armour, flight cap and the funny lip straps. They have a board strapped to their back. In the bottom right corner is strong from fallout 4 with are pictured from the chest up looking at you with a not aggressive expression, the caption next to him is [Strong liked that]. In the centre of the image is the text “Super mutants!” In all caps. Next to the megafreek is the caption “Megafreak from shitty-fallout-arts’s Horrorout au” with an arrow pointing at the Megafreak. The background is light purple. The artist signature is in the bottom middle “Typos & Tea :)” End ID]

[dukeofthomas]

When I want to think about a happy Jason I think about my Never Robin AU... He's still adopted by Bruce, but just never becomes a Robin, and therefore never dies either. He purposefully keeps out of the Caped community, and is going to college. And because he was never put into the Lazarus Pit, he never got big, so he's like, 5'1 at most. Someone asks if he wants to be a vigilante/hero like the rest of his family and he goes "ew why would I 🤨"

[deztryx]

MORE MCSM FALLOUT AU STUFF

(Get ready for a bunch of reading)

basically how it all started v v v v

Still needs A BIT work but that's what I have so far ^^

Also no more art block MORE FALLOUT AU ART WOOOOOO

Pt. 1 of the mini Tragedy au comic

[breezypunk]

Fallout 2077: Chapter 2

Vaughn and Goro make their journey to NC when they hear about potential survivors. They hadn't been to NC since the outbreak two years prior, and it's where the most deadliest of infected reside.. their cyberpsychosis too advanced to revert back from. Sometimes things go ass up, and as we can see here, sometimes our boys are idiotic. But whose the mysterious stranger lurking around watching them, and how did she end up in the same area as them? Is she the survivor they were hearing?..

To be continued..

[kamurawaffles5684]

Themmmmmmm hshshshsh

[honeyhae-svt]

🎮Part-Time Lover | JxW 🎭 `~^\___TEASER___/^~`

JxW Fanfiction / Jeonghan & Wonwoo FF (SERIES)

Afab!Reader x Jeonghan & Wonwoo - MDNI Genre: Smut, CEO x Streamer, CEO x Employee, Gamer x Gamer, Streamer x Gamer, Streamer x Streamer, Enemies to Lovers(?), Friends to Lovers(?), Friends with Benefits, Slowburn, Angst, Romance, RomCom, Workplace Romance, Love Triangle(?), Slice of Life, Modern AU, (inspired by GAM3B01) ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: explicit sexual content (18+, smut), alcohol consumption, mentions of drunken behavior, slight workplace power imbalance (CEO x Employee dynamic), strong language (profanity), cyberbullying/online hate (mentions of rumors, edited content), emotional manipulation (mild, e.g., jeonghan’s cold treatment), petty arguments (playful/tense, potential verbal sparring), depictions of stress/anxiety related to online and work life, light suggestive jokes/humor, mentions of romantic/sexual tension between characters, enemies to lovers-style tension (includes teasing, rivalry, jealousy), and my shitty writing (lol I hope y'all enjoy on this one) wc: 734

TEASER

🎮 "In a world where gaming isn’t just a hobby but a battlefield..." 🎭

By all accounts, your life shouldn’t be this complicated. You’ve mastered the double life effortlessly—or at least, that’s what it looks like from the outside.

By day, you’re the razor-sharp assistant to Jeonghan, a CEO whose reputation is as sleek as the tailored suits he wears. In the professional world, you’re known for your no-nonsense attitude, your precision, your ability to keep up with a man whose demands leave most people in the dust. By night, though, you’re a completely different force: Kitsunya. The streamer with a bite, whose persona is as sharp as her gameplay. You’ve carved out a name in a world that doesn’t give second chances, where every mistake—or perceived mistake—can uncover years of hard work.

And for a while, you had it all figured out. A rhythm. A balance. Two worlds, perfectly parallel, never touching. Until that night.

You don’t need anyone to remind you what happened—though your brain seems to enjoy doing it anyway. One drink too many, a kiss you didn’t mean to give, and suddenly, Jeonghan was no longer just your boss. He was the man you’d kissed. The man whose lips lingered far too long in your memory, though you can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or something else entirely.

The fallout? Silent, subtle, but impossible to ignore.

Jeonghan hasn’t spoken a word about it since. But he didn’t have to. His actions say it all: the coffee runs to nowhere, the cold detachment, the subtle but deliberate way he keeps you at arm’s length. And yet, his eyes linger. Longer than they should. As if he’s waiting for you to say something—or maybe daring you not to.

But here’s the kicker: you’re not even sure you know what you’d say.

And then, there’s Wonwoo.

Oh, Wonwoo. The thorn in your side, the bane of your streams. The gamer who seems to have made it his life’s mission to get under your skin. What started as casual teasing during streams has evolved into full-on verbal warfare, the kind that has fans pulling out popcorn and hashtags. It should be easy to dismiss him as just another troll in your life, but there’s something about him that’s… infuriatingly magnetic. You hate that you’re even thinking about him right now.

The tension between you and Jeonghan is one thing. But now, people are starting to notice the dynamic between you and Wonwoo—particularly Jeonghan. You can feel it in the way his gaze sharpens when your name comes up, the way he watches your streams a little too closely. It’s not possessiveness, not exactly. But it’s something, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the heat from it.

Then, just when you thought things couldn’t get messier, the gaming world turned on you.

A viral clip. A doctored video accusing you of hacking. In a space where credibility is everything, the hit was personal. Haters piled on, armed with accusations and hashtags, while loyal fans fought to defend you. It was chaos. But you? You handled it like you always do—with a smirk, a quip, and a gameplay session that shut them all up.

Still, the stress is starting to seep in, and you don’t know how much longer you can keep your walls intact.

And then, Seungcheol happened.

A party, he said. Just a casual get-together for streamers and friends. You’d turned him down initially—your schedule was packed, and honestly, you weren’t in the mood to socialize. But Seungkwan and Hoshi wouldn’t let up, their constant nagging somehow finding its way into your streams and DMs. By the time the weekend rolled around, you found yourself with no choice but to show up.

So, here you are.

Jeonghan’s there, of course. Polished, poised, and watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. Wonwoo��s there too, leaning against the bar with that infuriating smirk of his, as if he knows something you don’t. And the rest of your circle? Laughing, teasing, acting like life isn’t one giant chess game where every move feels loaded with meaning.

The night is young, and the air hums with the kind of energy that promises something big.

You thought boss battles in gaming were tough? This tension, unresolved feelings, and unexpected rivalries would be enough to make your hairs attached to your head fall out. Because the real game? It’s just getting started.

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a/n: to make up the loss of my sudden-long vaca, i wrote this for the reader-anon who requested this ages ago (a wonwoo ff but i decided to add my lovely wife, jeonghan to the mix cause i love and miss him so fucking bad). and now, im making a teaser cause i feel bad for staying out far too long. i have a ton of works pending and im already on it cause like wtf i love writing and this has been on my head far too long. I HOPE YOU GUYS WOULD WANT TO READ THIS AND LMAO I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED OMC SERIES AND IM ALREADY MAKING ANOTHER ONE WTF ajwnruoenfguoaofa im making a masterlist, for those who wants to be added on the taglist reblog / comment on this post and you'll be automatically added ! TY FOR READING ILY GUYS SM

[artdcnaldson]

i've never sent an ask before so if this is terrible i'm so sorry, but i've been reading your blog for weeks now and i'm absolutely obsessed with the changeover series and the patrick's sister au. the way you write both the boys is sooooo ahhhhhhhhh

but i haven't been able to stop thinking about movie star patrick. movie star patrick who has been acting since he was a teenager, he's been on every teen heartthrob list, every magazine, and dear reader had pictures of him cut and collaged onto her walls. reader meets patrick at an industry party, you're an up-and-coming singer, still new to the ways of the industry, and your manager (tashi) tells your to always stay close, to not trust any of the men at this party, no matter how pretty they smile at you.

so of course, reader has to bump into patrick at the washrooms. you're about to go in to touch up you lipstick and make sure you doesn't have anything stuck in your teeth; you hopes that maybe the cool water will help sober you up. the third glass of champagne had been a mistake but you've been having so much fun. patrick is coming out of the mens' washrooms when he crashes into you. you stumble, still unused to the heels you've been put in. his hands come to steady you and he's so strong, so solid, plus his hands are so big. you can't believe they cover the entire span of your shoulder.

"well, hi," patrick says, voice deep and lazy. it sends a shiver down your spine and you feel a familiar stirring in your gut. here he is, the object of all your desires ever since you were fifteen and he's still as handsome as ever, looks even better in person than you ever could have imagined.

"h-hello." you wanted to be smooth, be cool; you wanted to leave a good impress. you want patrick to be impressed by you, to think of you as a peer, not the silly, lovestruck girl you are.

his hand comes up and tucks a spare strand of hair behind your ear. "i've seen your videos," patrick says. he leaves his hand against your cheek, thumb brushing underneath your eye. the glitter from your makeup smearing against his skin. "patrick zweig, at your service."

I literally can’t stop thinking about this.

Patrick and Art who were teen heartthrobs— who were on cover after cover of Tiger Beat while they filmed a sappy little soapy CW show about tennis. Patrick and Art who had a messy fallout that gossip magazines speculated on, but no one could really pinpoint. Most people thought it was jealousy— that Art Donaldson went on to be in award winning films, while Patrick got stuck in shitty TV Land in a constant unlucky streak of cancelled shows.

Patrick who is thrust back into the spotlight after he’s cast in a big budget film with a big name director and his old pal Art Donaldson as his costar. Patrick who takes a liking to you, the cute little singer with a bit part in the movie, who’s helping create songs for the soundtrack. Patrick who just might burn down the movie altogether if it means he can fuck you, and Art who will do whatever it takes to make sure you stay away from his old friend.

[disastrouscanasta]

700 words of the world’s tiniest toye day contribution? yes. yes that’s what i have to offer for today.

a wee little tiny epilogue for my (also wee) fallout au, because i listened to the boxer by simon and garfunkel too much.

here it is, happy toye day!

There was a breeze on his neck, and Joe’s hands didn’t ache so much.

They’d always ache, especially when he was still working with his hands. But it was different. No split knuckles, no sprained wrists, none of it.

The breeze on his neck was all new, though. The result of a fresh haircut and a windy day. A haircut, a haircut. The last time he’d had his hair cut by someone who wasn’t George, with a shitty pear of sheers, was when he’d been a kid, and his Ma had done it for him to keep it out of his eyes, a long, long time ago.

But no, there was a guy in town who did it for a fair price, and he was good at it too.

Joe had a haircut. And his hands didn’t ache so much.

They’d been “settled” as George called them, for a few months. They had a little flat in an old military compound, that had been a checkpoint for something-or-other after the bombs fell, but had been abandoned for probably a good seventy-five, fifty years since it was made into a little homestead for folks like them.

It was a city. Maybe not by Old World standards, but in the Wasteland, it was practically paradise.

Joe did his errand shopping in plain daylight, it wasn’t all based on bartering and empty promises now. He walked around without a switchblade in his pocket, he passed folks in town with a friendly enough head-nod.

He made money, he was helping rebuild a wing of the compound that was going to become a school, and they were paying him for it.

George was doing better. Worlds better. Joe hadn’t realised how their earlier settlement had really dampened his spirits, but George was brighter when he had an audience that wasn’t just Joe. He smiled more, it seemed, which meant he was smiling a lot. George had always smiled.

“They’ve got some of the farest reach I’ve ever seen,” George told him one day over dinner. He’d been working at the local radio tower with a guy called Perconte.

(Sitting in their home, eating Old World canned food wasn’t new to them. But it was quiet and it was peaceful, and Joe knew that the rest of his day would be spent with George, in bed, and with a blanket wrapped around the both of them. It caught him up sometimes.)

“That’s great,” Joe said.

“Military tech, huh? Where was that when they had to stop the world ending, but hey, at least it’s helping me get my word out.” There was the smile again, blinding and radiant and everything Joe could hope for. It made the corners of his mouth tip up.

George still overplayed Billie Holiday, and Joe always made sure that the radio was turned up during his segment on the show when Joe was working.

Sometimes the peace felt a little suffocating.

He was working, and there were calluses where there should have been bruises and blood and much, much worse things.

Joe had once fought tooth and nail for a place at the table, to live from day to day. And now he didn’t have to, because George made money working at the radio, and Joe made money working with wood and nails and hammers, but it still didn’t feel like it was real.

He’d walked there, he’d made it real. Part of him still expected to wake up in a metal ring, with his hands wrapped and a burly looking enemy in front of him, poised to strike.

Joe couldn’t tell if he missed the fighting, or if he missed something else. Maybe he missed when it was just him and George and no one else could come between him. Maybe he wasn’t ready to feel safe, maybe he never would be.

When he slept at night, his hands curled into fists, but every morning he woke up with George’s hands on his, fingers intertwined, and Joe knew it was the best he was gonna get. He didn’t want anything else.

[slowd1ving]

PRIORITY POLLLL

my fingers are itching to write for either sunday or ratio.... yk what that means.....

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

1. pope!sunday + knight! m!reader: it's not everyday you're shoved into the shitty b-rated romance novel your friend read, but derailing the plot by looting this world before the fl and her ml entourage can is the least of your concerns as you fuck around and gain your own recognition. journey around the land of argo as you best monsters with your legendary sword and armies with the magic imbued with Earthen scientific loopholes! whether it be just a novel or a world in its own right, your actions are either meaningless (as it's just a novel) or meaningless (as it's truly a different world). although, such recognition comes at a price; as a newly-minted war hero against the chaotic, demonic forces, you're assigned the most dangerous male lead to guard as your next assignment - the obsessive papal figure for the order, sunday. but this too is perfect for you; might as well brush up on your theology skills in this world as you seek answers. outside his faith to ENA, second to only his absolute devotion to the female lead, there's no way you'll catch his eye like that, right?

2. cursed prince! ratio x alchemist m! reader: all knowledge comes at a price. cursed by his imperial tutor NOUS after accessing heretical material, he's fated to live entrapped in stone forever. a hundred years later, a scientist is transported to the kingdom of metis; a place where academia thrives but only the approved content. you're not sure why the hell you're in the indie rpg lament of ouroboros, but you do know it sucks and you'd rather die than come across the irritating main cast. what better way to have fun than to access the hidden side of magic through use of scientific formulae? unfortunately, the practice of alchemy is heretical to the kingdom and so you daylight as a sculptor! strange, this particular rock you started carving out of a whim looks like the deposed prince of a century back, your apprentice aventurine notes. how odd! how strange! veritas ratio is name you've never come across in-game; maybe it's because you didn't read enough lore about its stupid collectibles. regardless, every time you cast a detail - a smoother ear, a more textured iris - the ever-conscious prince ratio regains just a little more of his senses. and maybe it's your knowledge, or the intuition you possess, but something tells you there's a deeper meaning to the statue you started carving out of boredom. and what a coincidence that alchemy transmutates materials!

3. theology student! sunday x m reader (roommate au): something tells you the finicky orchestral conductor and theology student sunday quite dislikes you. is it the purse of his lips as you walk past in crooked formal wear that informs you? is it the jarring chords scraping against the fluting lilt of the strings and brasses? is it the harsh glare in his eyes as you walk past him on campus? it's perhaps the worst and unluckiest week in your life as soon as the new school year starts: your girlfriend's dumped you after her crush on the aforementioned halovian grows too pressing for her to stay quiet about, while you're assigned sunday as a roommate to rub more salt in the wound. but maybe his fluttering wings aren't as indicative of his frustration as they seem, and maybe you're not as headache-inducing as he quite imagined. when two sets of philosophies and grudges clash abruptly like this, what could possibly remain standing from the fallout?

[shitty-fallout-art]

meme drawings ahoy

[niko-jpeg]

Originally, Shadow 05 was not going to be in this au. But then I came up with the funniest possible way to include it in the story, and I couldn’t help myself. So you know how Camp Green Hill is set up like an animated series, with seasons and episodes and such? Well, I present to you Camp Green HIll: Shadow the Hedgehog, a post canon movie spinoff featuring our beloved moody hedgie and his adventure of accidental self discovery. The details are a little in the air right now, since I’m still finishing the base plot of CGH itself, so doodle explanations under the cut <3

Title Drop: First doodle of the batch I made, featuring Shadow and Rouge. They still work together under GUN post canon, and are cool and badass and etc. Slight design changes to Rouge because I wanted to, and Shadow rocks the button up and suit jacket combo. And yes, of course, he still has a gun.

I Can’t Draw Omega: I tried. And it did not go well, I’m so sorry Omega truthers. 

Weird Way to Meet Your Dead Beat Dad: I saw this scene vividly. After the opening sequence, Rouge and Shadow are going back to the apartment, only to be met by Shadow’s alien dad, who he does not remember. 

In the Lab, All Alone: This one’s more of a stretch, a vibe doodle if you will. I wanted to draw him in emotional distress, so I stuck him back on the Ark in the classic shitty hospital gown while he tries not to cry tears of frustration. Why? Because I said so. I don’t think it’ll make the final cut, but I had fun drawing it anyway. 

Sonic and Tails: As I said, this au takes place post canon! Now Sonic is 18, and Tails is 14! Shadow is 19 himself. However, because of just how many times Sonic has gone super, he’s begun to physically change a little. While coming down from being super has its emotional fallouts, he’s done it so many times he’s begun to grow electric yellow fur on his ears, hands, feet, and around his eyes. It also seems to be on his quills, strangely. Tails is as nerdy as ever, clearly.

Super Shadow: Unfortunately, Shadow goes super every once in a blue moon too, and it too is beginning to manifest. While at the moment the third eye is just a temporary thing while super, there's no saying if it may stick around if he does it again. A note on that as well: the only Hedgie that doesn’t go Super more than once is Silver. This is intentional, on his part, as while he was super, he found it quite a challenge to keep himself under control and has avoided it since. Who knows what his manifestations may end up looking like. 

Expressions: A surprised (though not unhappy) Shadow, contrasted with a visibly aggressive Shadow. 

Cuddle Pile: Request from the stream. Coming down from being super has its downsides, and a pretty rough mental fallout. Being a god for an hour doesn’t leave a guy unscathed, y’know. While Silver resists it initially (for various plot reasons), eventually the two are able to convince him to join the emotional recovery party Sonic’s closer friends throw him when he goes super. This usually includes blanket time, as seen here. 

Post Credits Shenanigans: I have this very vivid scene in my brain that would take place after the events of the story. Earlier, Sonic gushes about how cool he thinks Shadow actually is, under all the bitey rough exterior. Rouge, naturally, gets a recording and after everything is said and done plays it for him. This obviously flusters him. Please excuse the poorly edited blush, I realized I forgot to turn that layer back on only after I had saved the file. Oops. 

Remember, asks are open for the characters themselves, or about the au <3

[lizardperson]

lizardwriting wrapped 2024

because this whole thing deserves a little yearly review too...

after not writing anything for the public in sooo many years, i actually wrote quite a lot this year. only had to overcome the initial feeling of "cringe omg i can't post that 😬", and now have lost all shame and am enjoying myself immensely, subjecting the world to my bullshit. i think i actually improved quite a bit over the whole year.

AO3 STATS [link]

28 works 48,102 words total 18x ocworld: 17 short bits + 5 chapters Dark Lights, Shine Loud 7x fallout: 6 of those Courier Mika including 20 oneshot chapters Come All Sufferers (#fnv au) 2x star trek disco

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SPOTLIGHT some points stolen from this list

.characters i thought most about: mika - light of my life, bane of my existence. the ultimate blorbo from my brain, bouncing around in there 24/7. she's terrible and i love her so much. (#mika tag) gabriel - grew SO MUCH this year, mostly thanks to the silly little fallout au. i have a lot of thoughts but not enough words. i love him so much. (#gabriel tag) special mention: fiona - what started out as daria's nameless dead backstorywife somehow turned into an actual character that has been living in my brain now extensively. little miss tortured poet. i love her. (#fiona tag)

.favorite title And there are days like this, too because it's the perfect throwback to the kinda-first part 4261 days. and i wasn't even the one who came up with it, that was @voidthing special mention: The Hills Have Eyebots. because it's just funny.

.favorite opening line

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Mika cursed when her can of energy drink let out the familiar hiss of danger. Despite her best efforts and a few quick sips, she still managed to spill some of it on herself and the couch. Great, another point for Nic's long list of things to be pissed about. As if the general mood in this apartment hadn't been shitty enough those last few weeks. Oh well, let her bitch then. [Dark Lights, Shine Loud]

is it my best line? nah, far from it. is it the perfect introduction to Mika? hell yea - cursing, consuming caffeine, and making a mess. what more do you need to know lmao. i just really like that one, still. the whole first chapter, actually.

.favorite piece of dialogue

"You didn't answer my question - you think we're doing the right thing here?" "Yes." There was not a bit of doubt in his voice. "You believe in our stupid plan?" "I believe in you." [Doing The Right Thing]

just sums up the whole fallout au and their dynamic so well, and also *clutches chest*

special shoutout to the close second, the "I'm not a lesbian" bit in In Whiskey Veritas

and another special shoutout to the last bit of Left My Heart In The Sierra Madre because. T_T

.favorite ending line

Falling in love with her best friend was such a bad idea, July thought, and yet she didn't know how not to. [Viola sororia]

it's so sappy. but 🥺🥺🥺

close second for a completely different vibe:

Freud would probably have something to say about distracting yourself from your shitty mother by sleeping with a woman roughly that same age. Good thing Freud was dead. [Mommy issues]

.favorite text overall 4261 days i still think this is the best thing i've written. for someone who does not have particularly much experience with grief in general, i really really like writing a lot about it somehow...

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OUTLOOK 2025

the big multi chapter thingies are very far up my to do list, but yknow how it is with adhd brains - ohhh lets do that quick short text first, and that one, and that one *procrastinates the big ones*

BUT that is the plan:

. finally getting some more chapters into Dark Lights, Shine Loud. there are a bunch lying around as first drafts, but they still need some work. soonTM

. continuing the way-too-ambition plotheavy heistthing What Happens In Reno, Stays In Reno after those first few intro chapters. this requires an extensive brainstorming session to get the actual plot hammered together.

. the shiny new wip that i am itching for (because shiny and new), because it's gonna be a bit different in various ways so that makes it excitingTM

....and of course just continuing to write, overall. gonna keep my #fff streak up.

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SPECIAL THANKS

@voidthing for basically being my secret co-author. always improves the quality by SO MUCH and is the bestest anyway 💕💕💕

the whole @flashfictionfridayofficial community - turns out a regular thing is really good to get a habit going, and also y'all are so nice and cool and just 💕💕💕

everybody who reads my stuff of course :D yes, i mostly write for myself, but of course it's always awesome if someone else likes my bullshit ����

[this-should-do]

my half of an art trade with @shitty-fallout-art of deacon from his horrorout au :), hes really cool and his aus rock so u should check him out 👍

[whispersofrot]

dol fallout au, basic ideas rattling around in the ol' noggin:

-vault overseer bailey! is there a vault experiment? maybe, don't worry about it :)

-kylar being your weird creepy neighbor in either a wasteland settlement or vault. may or may not sell chems, you get a discount though!

-caravan guard whitney, maybe an ex raider who still has some fragile ties to their old gang. doesn't stick to their caravan for too long, gets in some spat with whoever hired them and ends up on their own again soon enough.

-ghoul eden, people don't like them so they don't like other people, really different person pre-war. Still probably lives in the middle of nowhere, on a little ranch they've got trapped to hell and back

-harper's running the experiments in a vault, maybe not the overseer but they've definitely got at least some say in what goes on.

-robin's a naive player companion you convinced to escape the shitty little vault you grew up in together. may or may not go a little crazy in the wasteland. instead of losing or gaining approval maybe your actions contribute to their sanity?

-alex still runs a farm on the outskirts of a small settlement, plenty of little mutant dogs running around to protect the farm. not trapped up like eden's, so their fields keep getting fucked over by mole rats and other wasteland beasties the mutts don't kill fast enough.

[sirmanmister]

Rust

Day 12 of Falloutober!

You may ask “hey how does this correlate to rust in the slightest??” And LEMME TELL YOU

This is scene in @shitty-fallout-art’s fic “Rusted Shut��� on Ao3, which is part of their HorrorOut au!! Literally the best fic series I’ve ever read and I’m not even kidding. I started reading it before I even had an Ao3 account and I would manually check every two weeks if there was an upload, and whenever there was I would drop whatever I was doing to read it.

It’s a psychological horror following Shaun as he makes his way through the wasteland to try to save humanity, while humanity basically asks "are you sure about that?" The Institute wipes out all food sources in the commonwealth (possibly further) to “reset the wasteland,” and so the inhabitants turn to good old fashioned cannibalism to survive >:)

The way Shaun’s reactions and emotions and his existential horror and his undying hope in humanity despite not even being human and the way it's written is just!!! I’ve used the word phenomenal several times describing it. I showed it to my little sister who isn’t even into fo4 and she read all 160k words in a weekend cuz it's just SO GOOD. Literally inspired some of my own writing style cuz the way it's just so immersive and DELECTABLE. I could absolutely go on about it but if you wanna see all my thoughts about the whole thing all you have to do is check out the comments on the fics because oh boy I have many thoughts abt it.

Here’s a link to the first fic in the series 🙏 ty to them for making such good food and ty to @falloutober for the prompts!!